Hello?
Pawpaw
Huh?
Whatchu doin'?
I'm just tryna watch TV, TV watches me
whole lotta nothin'
I miss you
I miss you too, man
Aren't you supposed to be comin' to, um, Southern, for a concert now?
Yeah, I'll see you there
I'ma be there, when is it? On the twenty-eighth or twenty-sixth?
It's one of them days, I'ma make sure you know
I love you, though, I was tryna make sure I talk to you
Okay, I'm glad you called, man, glad you called
I love you, Pawpaw
I love you too
Slime
Alright, man
I just bought a brand-new bezel
For to make the hard times look pretty
And I came up straight up from the block
I watched my grandpa save pennies
I wish my grandma was right here standin' on side of me
Had to go through sad times to get it
And I know my son's gon' be aight, we all gon' be aight
'Cause I came 'bout my business
Let go my past, I'm movin' on, everything new, ain't nothin' old
Put in just way too many costs, and I just bought myself a home
I still can't think why anybody would just leave me
Pistol sparkin', tryna just leave pussies out where I see
How the f*ck you want me, but you hide me?
I'ma head home 'cause now you way up out a molly
Would get you tatted so just like her, you'll stand on side me
Dreams through the storm, I hope a smile always what kind see
Feel to see your greatness once they blind me
And that nigga must ain't poppin' it off, you talkin' that shit on Twitter
I'ma stay my dog ass in my ways, steady screamin', "F*ck a nigga"
My mama cars ain't never had AC ever since I was little
Thank God every card I got in my pocket hold at least one million
I just bought a brand-new bezel
For to make the hard times look pretty (talk to 'em)
And I came up straight up from the block
I watched my grandpa save pennies
I wish my grandma was right here standin' on side of me
Had to go through sad times to get it
And I know my son's gon' be aight, we all gon' be aight
'Cause I came 'bout my business
You see, I'm always with Kentrell, but I rep behind the scenes
I love my baby boy, he the wind beneath my wings
CT Lee and lil' Kendell, man, he give them anything
See, your star up in the sky, but see, our star, she on our team
I'm sleepin' through the day because I'm livin' out my dream
And my mama on his side, she the angel on the scene
He goin' to the top because he win by any means
He married to this shit, he bought hismelf a wedding ring
I just bought a brand-new bezel
For to make the hard times look pretty
And I came up straight up from the block
I watched my grandpa save pennies
I wish my grandma was right here standin' on side of me
Had to go through sad times to get it
And I know my son's gon' be aight, we all gon' be aight
'Cause I came 'bout my business
YoungBoy Never Broke Again - 38 Baby 2 Album Lyrics
YoungBoy Never Broke Again - 38 Baby 2 Lyrics
Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Sherhonda Gaulden, David Boonpetch
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Diamonds
(BJ on the beat boy)
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)
These niggas ain't seen me when I jumped out
They just seen all these diamonds
I hope I motivate your soul
F*ck who ain't feelin' me, ain't no gettin' rid of me
My money long, life should be balanced once I'm gone
Makin' sure it don't stop
This life of a young hard knock
I bet they wishin' they ain't leave me now
I wish my grandmother could see me now
'Cause I say I'm that nigga now
And I ain't talkin' 'bout no runnin' the block
I remember times that I was cryin', you would tell me to stop
You knew the times when I was high just from the look in my eye
I know that you the main reason that I'm shinin' right now
I say the hood still the same
See Nicky old house, start thinkin' 'bout lil' Dave
I look next door and I don't see Miss Annie-May
I can't be standin' out here too long 'fore we start hearin' them 'Ks
I'ma turn the page
He say he know her, I said they didn't know
We gon' go around the back and we gon' burn this bitch up
For them to take what we done earned, they gotta burn our wrist up
Patek on Audemar, Rolex on here, bitch, watch how it glist' up
Yeah, we rollin' four-deep in the streets and we be sticked up
You keep stuntin' in front them hoes and get your stupid ass sticked up
I will tell them niggas took a shot and f*ckin' missed us
Thankin' God for my shooter, I'm so thankful he don't miss nothin'
Heart race at night, hold me tight
If they catch you cold, then you pay my price
I say ma proud to be safe, money make up for a kite
City dog, I hope you fine, 'cause he ain't call last night
Makin' sure it don't stop
This life of a young hard knock
I bet they wishin' they ain't leave me now
I wish my grandmother could see me now
Makin' sure it don't stop
This life of a young hard knock
I bet they wishin' they ain't leave me now
I wish my grandmother could see me now
I say confess, tell the truth 'bout everything I know
And I promised to place you deep inside, right there where my pain is
F*ck my feels, come and tell me how I really feel
Hey, f*ck that fast money, tell me where you wanna live
Overdose off shine
Came from the back 'cause I lost mine
I'm in love with you and I can't hide it
My chest got a ice box inside it
Yeah, I sent them slimes to send them shots out the coupe
You might say I f*cked up 'cause they came back ridin'
But then we spinned again, like back-to-back
You pussy bitch, you spinned again then we double-back
And that's that, boy
These niggas ain't seen me when I jumped out
They just seen all these diamonds
I hope I motivate your soul
F*ck who ain't feelin' me, ain't no gettin' rid of me
My money long, life should be balanced once I'm gone
Makin' sure it don't stop
This life of a young hard knock
I bet they wishin' they ain't leave me now
I wish my grandmother could see me now
He say he know her, I said they didn't know
We gon' go around the back and we gon' burn this bitch up
For them to take what we done earned, they gotta burn our wrist up
Patek on Audemar, Rolex on here, bitch, watch how it glist' up
Yeah, we rollin' four-deep in the streets and we be sticked up
You keep stuntin' in front them hoes and get your stupid ass sticked up
I will tell them niggas took a shot and f*ckin' missed us
Thankin' God for my shooter, I'm so thankful he don't miss nothin'
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)
These niggas ain't seen me when I jumped out
They just seen all these diamonds
I hope I motivate your soul
F*ck who ain't feelin' me, ain't no gettin' rid of me
My money long, life should be balanced once I'm gone
Makin' sure it don't stop
This life of a young hard knock
I bet they wishin' they ain't leave me now
I wish my grandmother could see me now
'Cause I say I'm that nigga now
And I ain't talkin' 'bout no runnin' the block
I remember times that I was cryin', you would tell me to stop
You knew the times when I was high just from the look in my eye
I know that you the main reason that I'm shinin' right now
I say the hood still the same
See Nicky old house, start thinkin' 'bout lil' Dave
I look next door and I don't see Miss Annie-May
I can't be standin' out here too long 'fore we start hearin' them 'Ks
I'ma turn the page
He say he know her, I said they didn't know
We gon' go around the back and we gon' burn this bitch up
For them to take what we done earned, they gotta burn our wrist up
Patek on Audemar, Rolex on here, bitch, watch how it glist' up
Yeah, we rollin' four-deep in the streets and we be sticked up
You keep stuntin' in front them hoes and get your stupid ass sticked up
I will tell them niggas took a shot and f*ckin' missed us
Thankin' God for my shooter, I'm so thankful he don't miss nothin'
Heart race at night, hold me tight
If they catch you cold, then you pay my price
I say ma proud to be safe, money make up for a kite
City dog, I hope you fine, 'cause he ain't call last night
Makin' sure it don't stop
This life of a young hard knock
I bet they wishin' they ain't leave me now
I wish my grandmother could see me now
Makin' sure it don't stop
This life of a young hard knock
I bet they wishin' they ain't leave me now
I wish my grandmother could see me now
I say confess, tell the truth 'bout everything I know
And I promised to place you deep inside, right there where my pain is
F*ck my feels, come and tell me how I really feel
Hey, f*ck that fast money, tell me where you wanna live
Overdose off shine
Came from the back 'cause I lost mine
I'm in love with you and I can't hide it
My chest got a ice box inside it
Yeah, I sent them slimes to send them shots out the coupe
You might say I f*cked up 'cause they came back ridin'
But then we spinned again, like back-to-back
You pussy bitch, you spinned again then we double-back
And that's that, boy
These niggas ain't seen me when I jumped out
They just seen all these diamonds
I hope I motivate your soul
F*ck who ain't feelin' me, ain't no gettin' rid of me
My money long, life should be balanced once I'm gone
Makin' sure it don't stop
This life of a young hard knock
I bet they wishin' they ain't leave me now
I wish my grandmother could see me now
He say he know her, I said they didn't know
We gon' go around the back and we gon' burn this bitch up
For them to take what we done earned, they gotta burn our wrist up
Patek on Audemar, Rolex on here, bitch, watch how it glist' up
Yeah, we rollin' four-deep in the streets and we be sticked up
You keep stuntin' in front them hoes and get your stupid ass sticked up
I will tell them niggas took a shot and f*ckin' missed us
Thankin' God for my shooter, I'm so thankful he don't miss nothin'
Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Damion Williams, Brandon Russell, Brayon Nelson
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Shadows
(Pipe that shit up, TnT) underwater, starin' at my shadow
Seem like I never see light
(Tre made this beat)
Cold world, no coat, no, no, no, no, no
Heartbreak, nowhere safe
Too much pain, where will he go?
I'm stayin' strong
I look back like, "Now who done raised they tone?" (Oh yeah, yeah)
You in this bitch with a bunch of made niggas
You get your head blown (4KTrey, free DDawg, nigga)
Walked in this bitch with a half a million up in cash, I blow it all
Came from the bottom, beat some cases, they'd love to see me fall
I say 38, 4KTrey, that's for life
F*ck all that fabricating, spray that 'K, take his life
I pull that Maybach out the garage and ride
How the f*ck you take that criticism? I know you tired
You ain't got no time to be dating, I'm on that same shit
I invited you, don't give a f*ck 'bout who you came with
My love for you, not for your family, I'm known to blank shit
My trust for you been oh so damaged, where my pain went
I said big brother, oh, Dump, nigga, why you leave us?
I been buyin' them foreigns back to back, these niggas can't keep up
Tryna keep my mind from out the past, I'm smokin' on reefer
Still things I'm learning, I'm tryna see how I'm gon' keep up
Watch your words, said some shit, I'm tryna see 'bout it
This guitar hold thirty-two chords, and I got that six around me
I be in my own world, they make up stories, you can ask who be 'round me
I'm so mad at this world, not carryin' this happiness, I'ma keep clowning
I look back like, "Now who done raised they tone?" (Oh yeah, yeah)
You in this bitch with a bunch of made niggas, get your head blown
Walked in this bitch with a half a million up in cash
I blow it all (ayy, where my dogs at? There go the lab right now)
Came from the bottom, beat some cases, they'd love to see me fall
I say 38, 4KTrey, that's for life
F*ck all that fabricating, spray that 'K, take his life
I pull that Maybach out the garage and ride
How the f*ck you take that criticism? I know you tired
Blow out the motor, hit the E-way, do the dash, nigga
Shorted your brother on that money, I ain't mad, nigga
Patek steady bustin' from the bezel, watch it flash, nigga
We say f*ck that fuss and chopper bustin' at your ass, nigga
Every time they play that, I pop 'em, that's why you mad, nigga
I be up in my feelings all the time, I'm a sad nigga
And you the type that I can't f*ck if I can't laugh with you
Give a f*ck 'bout who you is, I'm only breakin' bread with my niggas
You ain't Fat Black or Baby Joe
I don't give a f*ck if I did time with you (on Baby, yes, sir)
I look back like, "Now who done raised they tone?" (Oh yeah, yeah)
You in this bitch with a bunch of made niggas, get your head blown
Walked in this bitch with a half a million up in cash, I blow it all
(Real hoes don't make choices from emotions, they control theyself)
Came from the bottom, beat some cases, they'd love to see me fall
I say 38, 4KTrey, that's for life
F*ck all that fabricating, spray that 'K, take his life
I pull that Maybach out the garage and ride
How the f*ck you take that criticism? I know you tired
Seem like I never see light
(Tre made this beat)
Cold world, no coat, no, no, no, no, no
Heartbreak, nowhere safe
Too much pain, where will he go?
I'm stayin' strong
I look back like, "Now who done raised they tone?" (Oh yeah, yeah)
You in this bitch with a bunch of made niggas
You get your head blown (4KTrey, free DDawg, nigga)
Walked in this bitch with a half a million up in cash, I blow it all
Came from the bottom, beat some cases, they'd love to see me fall
I say 38, 4KTrey, that's for life
F*ck all that fabricating, spray that 'K, take his life
I pull that Maybach out the garage and ride
How the f*ck you take that criticism? I know you tired
You ain't got no time to be dating, I'm on that same shit
I invited you, don't give a f*ck 'bout who you came with
My love for you, not for your family, I'm known to blank shit
My trust for you been oh so damaged, where my pain went
I said big brother, oh, Dump, nigga, why you leave us?
I been buyin' them foreigns back to back, these niggas can't keep up
Tryna keep my mind from out the past, I'm smokin' on reefer
Still things I'm learning, I'm tryna see how I'm gon' keep up
Watch your words, said some shit, I'm tryna see 'bout it
This guitar hold thirty-two chords, and I got that six around me
I be in my own world, they make up stories, you can ask who be 'round me
I'm so mad at this world, not carryin' this happiness, I'ma keep clowning
I look back like, "Now who done raised they tone?" (Oh yeah, yeah)
You in this bitch with a bunch of made niggas, get your head blown
Walked in this bitch with a half a million up in cash
I blow it all (ayy, where my dogs at? There go the lab right now)
Came from the bottom, beat some cases, they'd love to see me fall
I say 38, 4KTrey, that's for life
F*ck all that fabricating, spray that 'K, take his life
I pull that Maybach out the garage and ride
How the f*ck you take that criticism? I know you tired
Blow out the motor, hit the E-way, do the dash, nigga
Shorted your brother on that money, I ain't mad, nigga
Patek steady bustin' from the bezel, watch it flash, nigga
We say f*ck that fuss and chopper bustin' at your ass, nigga
Every time they play that, I pop 'em, that's why you mad, nigga
I be up in my feelings all the time, I'm a sad nigga
And you the type that I can't f*ck if I can't laugh with you
Give a f*ck 'bout who you is, I'm only breakin' bread with my niggas
You ain't Fat Black or Baby Joe
I don't give a f*ck if I did time with you (on Baby, yes, sir)
I look back like, "Now who done raised they tone?" (Oh yeah, yeah)
You in this bitch with a bunch of made niggas, get your head blown
Walked in this bitch with a half a million up in cash, I blow it all
(Real hoes don't make choices from emotions, they control theyself)
Came from the bottom, beat some cases, they'd love to see me fall
I say 38, 4KTrey, that's for life
F*ck all that fabricating, spray that 'K, take his life
I pull that Maybach out the garage and ride
How the f*ck you take that criticism? I know you tired
Writer: Kentrell Desean Gaulden, Tahj Javal Vaughn, Thomas Horton, Frank Gilliam III
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Win Your Love
(Mommy, India got the beats)
I just flew the private out to LA, come and meet me (come and meet me)
And once you land, you better be glad to see me (glad to see me)
Why you can't jump on top of me? I don't wan' hear nan' reason (nan' reason)
This brand-new ring make me feel like I won a whole season
You supposed to make me feel like a king without it on
Brand new Chanel, put it on
Ayy, f*ck that (ayy, put it on)
You gon' make me go buy a new G-Wagon for your fine ass
F*ck your friends, you better be in 'fore I get home, oh
Mm, mm, hittin' it from behind, in your spine, take that, yeah
We went plenty of times in the ride
F*ck these skeezers, she gon' ride like my guys (she in there with who?)
Pullin' up, bitch, you in here, come outside
Pack your bags, we gon' board the G5
I'm tryna join the mile high club, just you and me
Thank most high I got a girl to take me from the streets
You the one I want, baby, you the one I need
Steady tryna win over your love
It could get violent, I don't mind bein' in trouble
Your love been leavin' behind cold-blooded bodies
Please don't murder me for tryin', yeah
You can't fit them jeans on, I can't quit that lean, though
Pull up in that four-door, jump out, stand tall, Akeem, hoe
Baby girl, you know just what that ring for, yeah, yeah
Hood nigga tryna impress, pull up at Kinkos, yeah, yeah
Nigga get shot down if he run up on this Rolls, yeah, yeah
My bae inside of here, it was self-defense, officer
My name so f*cked up 'cause these hoes, what can I offer her?
Tell you I'm done, then double back and catch me callin' her (brrt)
I'm outside, nah, I know you heard me knockin' at this front door
(I was in the shower)
I don't care 'bout what you doin', f*ck you takin' long for?
Come here, give me a kiss, no, f*ck that shit, how you been?
You'll be with me to the end, that's what the f*ck they don't know
Steady tryna win over your love
It could get violent, I don't mind bein' in trouble
Your love been leavin' behind cold-blooded bodies
Please don't murder me for tryin', yeah
You can't fit them jeans on, I can't quit that lean, though
Pull up in that four-door, jump out, stand tall, Akeem, hoe
Baby girl, you know just what that ring for, yeah, yeah
Hood nigga tryna impress, pull up at Kinkos, yeah, yeah
Nigga get shot down if he run up on this Rolls, yeah, yeah
My bae on side of him, it was self-defense, officer
My name so f*cked up 'cause these hoes, what can I offer her?
Tell you I'm done, then double back and catch me callin' her, oh, oh
At this front door
Give a f*ck 'bout what you doin', what you takin' long for?
Come here, give me a kiss, no, f*ck that shit, how you been?
To the end, that's what the f*ck they don't know
I just flew the private out to LA, come and meet me (come and meet me)
And once you land, you better be glad to see me (glad to see me)
Why you can't jump on top of me? I don't wan' hear nan' reason (nan' reason)
This brand-new ring make me feel like I won a whole season
You supposed to make me feel like a king without it on
Brand new Chanel, put it on
Ayy, f*ck that (ayy, put it on)
You gon' make me go buy a new G-Wagon for your fine ass
F*ck your friends, you better be in 'fore I get home, oh
Mm, mm, hittin' it from behind, in your spine, take that, yeah
We went plenty of times in the ride
F*ck these skeezers, she gon' ride like my guys (she in there with who?)
Pullin' up, bitch, you in here, come outside
Pack your bags, we gon' board the G5
I'm tryna join the mile high club, just you and me
Thank most high I got a girl to take me from the streets
You the one I want, baby, you the one I need
Steady tryna win over your love
It could get violent, I don't mind bein' in trouble
Your love been leavin' behind cold-blooded bodies
Please don't murder me for tryin', yeah
You can't fit them jeans on, I can't quit that lean, though
Pull up in that four-door, jump out, stand tall, Akeem, hoe
Baby girl, you know just what that ring for, yeah, yeah
Hood nigga tryna impress, pull up at Kinkos, yeah, yeah
Nigga get shot down if he run up on this Rolls, yeah, yeah
My bae inside of here, it was self-defense, officer
My name so f*cked up 'cause these hoes, what can I offer her?
Tell you I'm done, then double back and catch me callin' her (brrt)
I'm outside, nah, I know you heard me knockin' at this front door
(I was in the shower)
I don't care 'bout what you doin', f*ck you takin' long for?
Come here, give me a kiss, no, f*ck that shit, how you been?
You'll be with me to the end, that's what the f*ck they don't know
Steady tryna win over your love
It could get violent, I don't mind bein' in trouble
Your love been leavin' behind cold-blooded bodies
Please don't murder me for tryin', yeah
You can't fit them jeans on, I can't quit that lean, though
Pull up in that four-door, jump out, stand tall, Akeem, hoe
Baby girl, you know just what that ring for, yeah, yeah
Hood nigga tryna impress, pull up at Kinkos, yeah, yeah
Nigga get shot down if he run up on this Rolls, yeah, yeah
My bae on side of him, it was self-defense, officer
My name so f*cked up 'cause these hoes, what can I offer her?
Tell you I'm done, then double back and catch me callin' her, oh, oh
At this front door
Give a f*ck 'bout what you doin', what you takin' long for?
Come here, give me a kiss, no, f*ck that shit, how you been?
To the end, that's what the f*ck they don't know
Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, India Williams, Jake Wogan
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Aint Easy
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
Nigga, my fit on point, yeah
Nigga, this whip okay
Hold on, calm down, YoungBoy
Make sure I'm straight on stage
I took the backwards route
Spent a hundred grand on K's
Still at all out war 'bout gang
F*ck nigga, don't throw no shade, uh
I left the season to comeback with a reason
I ain't say it was easy, yeah, uh
I threw them beans in, my bro sold out, can't see me
I could've left him bleedin', yeah, uh
Whipped out a Birkin bag and took out fifty, that's all on, yeah
Hold on, slatt business, let me check the interest for that corner
I got hits pendin', juug for all them youngins, they been on 'em
Bitch, it's rack city, stack on top of stack and they gon' stone him
I don't think these niggas want no smoke, we be all with it
I can't put no hoe before my bro because they all sneaky
Out tweakin', late night when we geekin', we stuck on our pivot
I grab the mic, you make sure that I'm right just for this crowd see me
Nigga, my fit on point, yeah
Nigga, this whip okay
Hold on, calm down, YoungBoy
Make sure I'm straight on stage
I took the backwards route
Spent a hundred grand on K's
Still at all out war 'bout gang
F*ck nigga, don't throw no shade, uh
I left the season to comeback with a reason
I ain't say it was easy, yeah, uh
I threw them beans in, my bro sold out, can't see me
I could've left him bleedin', yeah, uh
I just put one up, he shoot, he scores
I just need get me a love to keep these hoes right front my door
I just took my hoe back insides 'til they was gone, nigga, yeah, yeah
They gon' hate on us until we gone, that what 10 said
I ain't look at her, not once, just sang my song, nigga
Bought her a Rolex, got her a flight back, sent her home, yeah
She can't get her a text back, post my next bitch, turn off the phone, yeah
Take out your phone and post my neck, bitch, focus on it, yeah
I left the season to comeback with a reason
I ain't say it was easy, yeah, uh
I threw them beans in, my bro sold out, can't see me
I could've left him bleedin', yeah, uh
Nigga, my fit on point, yeah
Nigga, this whip okay
Hold on, calm down, YoungBoy
Make sure I'm straight on stage
I took the backwards route
Spent a hundred grand on K's
Still at all out war 'bout gang
F*ck nigga, don't throw no shade, uh
I left the season to comeback with a reason
I ain't say it was easy, yeah, uh
I threw them beans in, my bro sold out, can't see me
I could've left him bleedin', yeah, uh
Whipped out a Birkin bag and took out fifty, that's all on, yeah
Hold on, slatt business, let me check the interest for that corner
I got hits pendin', juug for all them youngins, they been on 'em
Bitch, it's rack city, stack on top of stack and they gon' stone him
I don't think these niggas want no smoke, we be all with it
I can't put no hoe before my bro because they all sneaky
Out tweakin', late night when we geekin', we stuck on our pivot
I grab the mic, you make sure that I'm right just for this crowd see me
Nigga, my fit on point, yeah
Nigga, this whip okay
Hold on, calm down, YoungBoy
Make sure I'm straight on stage
I took the backwards route
Spent a hundred grand on K's
Still at all out war 'bout gang
F*ck nigga, don't throw no shade, uh
I left the season to comeback with a reason
I ain't say it was easy, yeah, uh
I threw them beans in, my bro sold out, can't see me
I could've left him bleedin', yeah, uh
I just put one up, he shoot, he scores
I just need get me a love to keep these hoes right front my door
I just took my hoe back insides 'til they was gone, nigga, yeah, yeah
They gon' hate on us until we gone, that what 10 said
I ain't look at her, not once, just sang my song, nigga
Bought her a Rolex, got her a flight back, sent her home, yeah
She can't get her a text back, post my next bitch, turn off the phone, yeah
Take out your phone and post my neck, bitch, focus on it, yeah
I left the season to comeback with a reason
I ain't say it was easy, yeah, uh
I threw them beans in, my bro sold out, can't see me
I could've left him bleedin', yeah, uh
Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Hagan Lange, Luke Clay, Thomas Horton
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Rough Ryder
(AdamSlide made the beat slide)
Ayy, ayy, mm
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)
Body bag, toe tag, in the streets, another victim
Juggin' bag, gettin' it on, cold ass bloody nigga
Just another sign, blow his ass, another trace, another record
Just a bitch who talkin' down or another nigga think he f*ckin' with me
Dirty game, f*ckin' shame, kiss me 'cause she love that nigga
Dirt up on my name, f*ck the fame, free DDawg from out the system
He ain't gon' stay the same, your friends gon' change
Slide with my bro and whip this pistol
Bitch, I keep my thing, I let it bang
Don't play no games, we quick to peel him, yeah
Pistol packin' in the North, 4Trey stack in the North
I'm down to kill a whole house when my feelings involved
I'm down to push the button on y'all, I give my brothers one call
And while I'm singin' all my pain, they plan on tearin' me down
I'm a rough rider, lowlife, made nigga, yeah
I'm a f*ckin' problem, thirty pop him, play, we pop his head
You know Top'll stop 'em, we clear the scene and leave them niggas red
Where I go, them hitters follow
They on my ass, but I know the game, let's play it
On top my shit, these pussy niggas hatin', face me, nigga
Ridin' 'round in my Rolls Royce screamin', "Gang," I know you hate me, nigga
We gon' forever bang and stay untamed, they tryna break me, nigga
Bitch, I'm twenty, I could spend four million and drop a half, just for to zip 'em
Lay your bed, I throw the pillow (ooh, yeah)
Pallbearer runnin' with the f*ckin' gravediggers, yeah
Public figure ridin' with the f*ckin' K's with him
Don't give a f*ck 'bout how it turn out once his mans with 'em
I'm quick to jump out with my gun out, they gon' slang with 'em
Pistol packin' in the North, 4Trey stack in the North
I'm down to kill a whole house when my feelings involved
I'm down to push the button on y'all, I give my brothers one call
And while I'm singin' all my pain, they plan on tearin' me down
I'm a rough rider, lowlife, made nigga, yeah
I'm a f*ckin' problem, thirty pop him, play, we pop his head
You know Top'll stop 'em, we clear the scene and leave them niggas red
Where I go, them hitters follow
They on my ass, but I know the game, let's play it
Everywhere I pull up on these hoes, they wanna know where Top at
Motherf*ck a show, I dropped my tape, now where my f*ckin' guap at?
Soon as I walk up in my show, they tryna see where my Glock at
They know I'm strapped up in this bitch, I shoot and you can't stop that (I'm .38)
I'm a rough rider, lowlife, made nigga, yeah
I'm a f*ckin' problem, thirty pop him, play, we pop his head
You know Top'll stop 'em, we clear the scene and leave them niggas red
Where I go, them hitters follow
They on my ass, but I know the game, let's play it
Body bag, toe tag, in the streets, another victim
Juggin' bag, gettin' it on, cold ass bloody nigga
Just another sign, blow his ass, another trace, another record
Just a bitch who talkin' down or another nigga think he f*ckin' with me
Dirty game, f*ckin' shame, kiss me 'cause she love that nigga
Dirt up on my name, f*ck the fame, free DDawg from out the system
He ain't gon' stay the same, your friends gon' change
Slide with my bro and whip this pistol
Bitch, I keep my thing, I let it bang
Don't play no games, we quick to peel him
Ayy, ayy, mm
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)
Body bag, toe tag, in the streets, another victim
Juggin' bag, gettin' it on, cold ass bloody nigga
Just another sign, blow his ass, another trace, another record
Just a bitch who talkin' down or another nigga think he f*ckin' with me
Dirty game, f*ckin' shame, kiss me 'cause she love that nigga
Dirt up on my name, f*ck the fame, free DDawg from out the system
He ain't gon' stay the same, your friends gon' change
Slide with my bro and whip this pistol
Bitch, I keep my thing, I let it bang
Don't play no games, we quick to peel him, yeah
Pistol packin' in the North, 4Trey stack in the North
I'm down to kill a whole house when my feelings involved
I'm down to push the button on y'all, I give my brothers one call
And while I'm singin' all my pain, they plan on tearin' me down
I'm a rough rider, lowlife, made nigga, yeah
I'm a f*ckin' problem, thirty pop him, play, we pop his head
You know Top'll stop 'em, we clear the scene and leave them niggas red
Where I go, them hitters follow
They on my ass, but I know the game, let's play it
On top my shit, these pussy niggas hatin', face me, nigga
Ridin' 'round in my Rolls Royce screamin', "Gang," I know you hate me, nigga
We gon' forever bang and stay untamed, they tryna break me, nigga
Bitch, I'm twenty, I could spend four million and drop a half, just for to zip 'em
Lay your bed, I throw the pillow (ooh, yeah)
Pallbearer runnin' with the f*ckin' gravediggers, yeah
Public figure ridin' with the f*ckin' K's with him
Don't give a f*ck 'bout how it turn out once his mans with 'em
I'm quick to jump out with my gun out, they gon' slang with 'em
Pistol packin' in the North, 4Trey stack in the North
I'm down to kill a whole house when my feelings involved
I'm down to push the button on y'all, I give my brothers one call
And while I'm singin' all my pain, they plan on tearin' me down
I'm a rough rider, lowlife, made nigga, yeah
I'm a f*ckin' problem, thirty pop him, play, we pop his head
You know Top'll stop 'em, we clear the scene and leave them niggas red
Where I go, them hitters follow
They on my ass, but I know the game, let's play it
Everywhere I pull up on these hoes, they wanna know where Top at
Motherf*ck a show, I dropped my tape, now where my f*ckin' guap at?
Soon as I walk up in my show, they tryna see where my Glock at
They know I'm strapped up in this bitch, I shoot and you can't stop that (I'm .38)
I'm a rough rider, lowlife, made nigga, yeah
I'm a f*ckin' problem, thirty pop him, play, we pop his head
You know Top'll stop 'em, we clear the scene and leave them niggas red
Where I go, them hitters follow
They on my ass, but I know the game, let's play it
Body bag, toe tag, in the streets, another victim
Juggin' bag, gettin' it on, cold ass bloody nigga
Just another sign, blow his ass, another trace, another record
Just a bitch who talkin' down or another nigga think he f*ckin' with me
Dirty game, f*ckin' shame, kiss me 'cause she love that nigga
Dirt up on my name, f*ck the fame, free DDawg from out the system
He ain't gon' stay the same, your friends gon' change
Slide with my bro and whip this pistol
Bitch, I keep my thing, I let it bang
Don't play no games, we quick to peel him
Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Adam Foster, Brandon Russell
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
I-10 Baby
(Dubba-AA flexin')
(Mm, Statik on the track)
(David Tell 'Em)
Nigga playin' 'round with that dope, we send him straight through and fell
I go post up in the North, I'm on the block causing hell
I tell my dude lock down that corner, don't give a f*ck 'bout no 12
'Cause once them bitches lock us up, soon as we touch, we jump bail (this is the sound)
And this the strap, soon as I came back, tryna take back what's mine
Don't give a f*ck 'bout where you from, you tote that flag, you a slime
I'm smokin' pine, I'm totin' that iron, it's every time that I'm slidin'
I spent my last to calm my nerves, this bitch want play with my mind
I ain't got no time just for the jokes 'cause my big bro doin' time
Bitch throw four suits up on the floor and I can flow you a rhyme
I come through swervin', gettin' dirty with them sticks in the ride
Plus I'm servin' some shit you could cut 'bout four or three times
I take my lick the first time, now watch I jump on a slab
I'ma get a bitch clean as a bitch to drive a book and a half
She want a sixty, smelled the shit up, went to coughin', I laughed
He said this shit already must be hit, so it ain't gotta take no bath
Get it by me, try to stop me, pop you, knock your own off
I ain't quarantinin' for a reason, we ain't closin' no stores
I'm still screamin', "Killer season," zippin' shit 'bout my bros
We got these hoes doin' wrong, they throw a right, that's the code
Up with the scope, so I been chill, you send a shot, I cause hell
I chase that money like I'm Dezz, we drop that shit on Canell
And I knew how to make it hard since Koda taught me at twelve
With Von from Roosevelt to Maryland, we took over the cells
This is music to another level, cold-blooded f*ckin' stepper
How much that you made now? I say 20 M's or better
So I got money for to f*ck up, rap gon' pay or settle
Or we gon' rob your stupid ass out what you try to sell us
Hit it, I go zydeco, ridin' 'round with that four pound
You can't use no screwdriver, know a hammer get it broke down
They slumped that boy right at the store, I swear it wasn't no showdown
We blast at you and who because we aim to let a hoe down
Do a verse and get it back, I couldn't take a loss, huh
But bitch, you play with mine, your shit get splatt, we take one off, huh
Couldn't ever have no bitch, turned to a dog, huh, dog, huh
Drop a bag, I serve 'em raw, then knock 'em all down (all down)
Pussy ass nigga, haha, yeah
It's on birthday, nigga, what you talkin' 'bout? Got the camera on me now, bitch ass nigga
But I got somethin' that'll flash you way worser
Ol' bitch ass nigga, I'll dirt him, you hear me?
You already know how I get down, you already know how I'm bomin'
Everything gon' with a beef, bitch ass nigga, Blood gang or no gang
You'll be in, you'll be in
Ayy, what he say? You'll be in or you'll be out, what that bitch ass nigga say?
You'll be in, and that's on Dump
Yeah, bitch ass nigga, you'll get slumped on this side, believe that
Yeah, what you on, foe?
Rapper gon' give it back and that's a fact
(Mm, Statik on the track)
(David Tell 'Em)
Nigga playin' 'round with that dope, we send him straight through and fell
I go post up in the North, I'm on the block causing hell
I tell my dude lock down that corner, don't give a f*ck 'bout no 12
'Cause once them bitches lock us up, soon as we touch, we jump bail (this is the sound)
And this the strap, soon as I came back, tryna take back what's mine
Don't give a f*ck 'bout where you from, you tote that flag, you a slime
I'm smokin' pine, I'm totin' that iron, it's every time that I'm slidin'
I spent my last to calm my nerves, this bitch want play with my mind
I ain't got no time just for the jokes 'cause my big bro doin' time
Bitch throw four suits up on the floor and I can flow you a rhyme
I come through swervin', gettin' dirty with them sticks in the ride
Plus I'm servin' some shit you could cut 'bout four or three times
I take my lick the first time, now watch I jump on a slab
I'ma get a bitch clean as a bitch to drive a book and a half
She want a sixty, smelled the shit up, went to coughin', I laughed
He said this shit already must be hit, so it ain't gotta take no bath
Get it by me, try to stop me, pop you, knock your own off
I ain't quarantinin' for a reason, we ain't closin' no stores
I'm still screamin', "Killer season," zippin' shit 'bout my bros
We got these hoes doin' wrong, they throw a right, that's the code
Up with the scope, so I been chill, you send a shot, I cause hell
I chase that money like I'm Dezz, we drop that shit on Canell
And I knew how to make it hard since Koda taught me at twelve
With Von from Roosevelt to Maryland, we took over the cells
This is music to another level, cold-blooded f*ckin' stepper
How much that you made now? I say 20 M's or better
So I got money for to f*ck up, rap gon' pay or settle
Or we gon' rob your stupid ass out what you try to sell us
Hit it, I go zydeco, ridin' 'round with that four pound
You can't use no screwdriver, know a hammer get it broke down
They slumped that boy right at the store, I swear it wasn't no showdown
We blast at you and who because we aim to let a hoe down
Do a verse and get it back, I couldn't take a loss, huh
But bitch, you play with mine, your shit get splatt, we take one off, huh
Couldn't ever have no bitch, turned to a dog, huh, dog, huh
Drop a bag, I serve 'em raw, then knock 'em all down (all down)
Pussy ass nigga, haha, yeah
It's on birthday, nigga, what you talkin' 'bout? Got the camera on me now, bitch ass nigga
But I got somethin' that'll flash you way worser
Ol' bitch ass nigga, I'll dirt him, you hear me?
You already know how I get down, you already know how I'm bomin'
Everything gon' with a beef, bitch ass nigga, Blood gang or no gang
You'll be in, you'll be in
Ayy, what he say? You'll be in or you'll be out, what that bitch ass nigga say?
You'll be in, and that's on Dump
Yeah, bitch ass nigga, you'll get slumped on this side, believe that
Yeah, what you on, foe?
Rapper gon' give it back and that's a fact
Writer: Aaron Lockhart Jr., Cedric Brown, David Dulcio, Kentrell Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Nawfside
(Mommy, India got the beats)
Northside (I'm ready to go home right now)
Rich, where the drank at, fool?
(I ain't take one out the top, nigga, I'm known to take one out, bitch)
I-10 spinnin' and I swerve on the block (Northside, skrrt, skrrt)
I got youngins on the corner strapped with Glocks watchin' for opps
Got plenty shooters, got plenty guns, how many drugs? I'd say a lot
Reporting live, and bitch, you in here, wooly tucked
Who they f*ck they thought this was? We ain't moving no cars
Bitch, this me out here (it's me)
He can try and that nigga gon' die, go to playin' with them rods
We gon' put him to sleep out here (bah)
Old snake ass hoes, nigga know that they f*ck with them boys
They ain't 'posed to be out here
I'm slime, see straight green out here
4KTrey, bitch, we deep out here
Gon' make her take her top off
Make her get straight out her body
I'ma get that nigga knocked off
You'd do the same if you knew 'bout it
Hold on, wait, and blow the cock off
Shoot this bitch at everybody (bah, bah)
Don YoungBoy, know I'm Gotti
I don't pay for the drop, I cop it (let's go)
Twenty for to split a nigga's shit, okay
Check how bloody it get, okay
Pussy nigga can't spin back, no way
I'ma pop a nigga cap off top, on Dave
Steady spendin' money and it's coming each way
Flyin' in the Lam' through the land, out of state
All the hoes wanna stay, but it's no cheap stay
Double cup to the face, out of line with the gang
No mans, take a nigga pack with ten
Hit a nigga ass soon as he whipped in (bah)
Load up, spinnin' the pack, where they been?
'Fore we hopped in the car, I done had me one in
Sent them slimes at that bitch, I'ma send 'em again
I'm the slimiest, bitch, I'ma say it again
And my mom with the shit, we be lockin' it in
On the Wraith with my bitch, two-hundred and ten
Come from LP to Marco, check my barcode, I'm straight out the pen
Red River plus Wells Fargo, what's the amount? Do I spend my advance?
Keep a dirty pistol in my f*ckin' pants (oh, come on, yeah)
We stepped on them, we gon' murder you with that f*ckin' plan
Twenty for to split a nigga's shit, okay
Check how bloody it get, okay
Pussy nigga can't spin back, no way
I'ma pop a nigga cap off top, on Dave
Steady spendin' money and it's coming each way
Flyin' in the Lam' through the land, out of state
All the hoes wanna stay, but it's no cheap stay
Double cup to the face, out of line with the gang
I said, "Stop it"
You could act like you want smoke
I ain't here for no joke, I'll f*ck 'round and pop it
Give a f*ck 'bout no camera, don't play with my bro
Strip his ass at the store, we gon' go in his pockets
Go back-to-back, tally for tally
No, hollow for hollow, stand toe-to-toe with anybody
We gon' get at 'em back-to-back with the strap
Me and DD do that, nigga, check how he move with that shotty
Let that nigga talk, he ain't taking nothin' off
Let that nigga live 'til he come to the North
I already know the deal, I ain't even gotta talk
Big B get him killed, meet me back at the house
Two up for to serve to somebody
My brother who got it, we ridin' around in a drought
I'm stuffing that in my pocket
I'll step on somebody, I'll flash, they open they mouth
Mmm, okay, uh
Pussy ass nigga, okay, uh
Broke ass nigga, okay, uh
Scary ass nigga, no way
Bitch, I'm fine, I'm straight, uh
Bitch, I'm doing okay, mm
Bitch, get out my face
YoungBoy, 4KTrey
Northside (I'm ready to go home right now)
Rich, where the drank at, fool?
(I ain't take one out the top, nigga, I'm known to take one out, bitch)
I-10 spinnin' and I swerve on the block (Northside, skrrt, skrrt)
I got youngins on the corner strapped with Glocks watchin' for opps
Got plenty shooters, got plenty guns, how many drugs? I'd say a lot
Reporting live, and bitch, you in here, wooly tucked
Who they f*ck they thought this was? We ain't moving no cars
Bitch, this me out here (it's me)
He can try and that nigga gon' die, go to playin' with them rods
We gon' put him to sleep out here (bah)
Old snake ass hoes, nigga know that they f*ck with them boys
They ain't 'posed to be out here
I'm slime, see straight green out here
4KTrey, bitch, we deep out here
Gon' make her take her top off
Make her get straight out her body
I'ma get that nigga knocked off
You'd do the same if you knew 'bout it
Hold on, wait, and blow the cock off
Shoot this bitch at everybody (bah, bah)
Don YoungBoy, know I'm Gotti
I don't pay for the drop, I cop it (let's go)
Twenty for to split a nigga's shit, okay
Check how bloody it get, okay
Pussy nigga can't spin back, no way
I'ma pop a nigga cap off top, on Dave
Steady spendin' money and it's coming each way
Flyin' in the Lam' through the land, out of state
All the hoes wanna stay, but it's no cheap stay
Double cup to the face, out of line with the gang
No mans, take a nigga pack with ten
Hit a nigga ass soon as he whipped in (bah)
Load up, spinnin' the pack, where they been?
'Fore we hopped in the car, I done had me one in
Sent them slimes at that bitch, I'ma send 'em again
I'm the slimiest, bitch, I'ma say it again
And my mom with the shit, we be lockin' it in
On the Wraith with my bitch, two-hundred and ten
Come from LP to Marco, check my barcode, I'm straight out the pen
Red River plus Wells Fargo, what's the amount? Do I spend my advance?
Keep a dirty pistol in my f*ckin' pants (oh, come on, yeah)
We stepped on them, we gon' murder you with that f*ckin' plan
Twenty for to split a nigga's shit, okay
Check how bloody it get, okay
Pussy nigga can't spin back, no way
I'ma pop a nigga cap off top, on Dave
Steady spendin' money and it's coming each way
Flyin' in the Lam' through the land, out of state
All the hoes wanna stay, but it's no cheap stay
Double cup to the face, out of line with the gang
I said, "Stop it"
You could act like you want smoke
I ain't here for no joke, I'll f*ck 'round and pop it
Give a f*ck 'bout no camera, don't play with my bro
Strip his ass at the store, we gon' go in his pockets
Go back-to-back, tally for tally
No, hollow for hollow, stand toe-to-toe with anybody
We gon' get at 'em back-to-back with the strap
Me and DD do that, nigga, check how he move with that shotty
Let that nigga talk, he ain't taking nothin' off
Let that nigga live 'til he come to the North
I already know the deal, I ain't even gotta talk
Big B get him killed, meet me back at the house
Two up for to serve to somebody
My brother who got it, we ridin' around in a drought
I'm stuffing that in my pocket
I'll step on somebody, I'll flash, they open they mouth
Mmm, okay, uh
Pussy ass nigga, okay, uh
Broke ass nigga, okay, uh
Scary ass nigga, no way
Bitch, I'm fine, I'm straight, uh
Bitch, I'm doing okay, mm
Bitch, get out my face
YoungBoy, 4KTrey
Writer: India Williams, Kentrell Gaulden, Noah Mejia, Rio Leyva
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Fire Stars
(Felipe S)
(This Vade on the keys)
So I guess you ain't just think about me
I got feelings, too
Why you cuttin' up? Why these people 'round me?
I don't know why that you doin'
I had no choice, I felt like I was pushed away
So I had to just go (had to just go)
When we first met, never knew I would feel this way (I ain't know)
And this you never ain't know (but you know now)
And ever since that I was young you been on side me
No two-three, I don't ride cheap
These hoes came, abducted me
Try hard just for the hype
Ain't think that you would f*ck with me, back then I was nobody
You was f*ckin' on that dude and his brother spent my brother body, ooh, ooh
It's a cold story
I can't believe the fact you never told me
We throw out summers, we don't be outnumbered, me and my brothers roll deep
You ain't no different from that bitch, that's what exact you showed me
So I guess you ain't just think about me (so I guess you ain't just think about me)
I got feelings, too (I got feelings, too)
Why you cuttin' up? Why these people 'round me? (Why you cuttin' up? Why these people 'round me?)
I don't know why that you doin' (I don't know why that you doin')
I had no choice, I felt like I was pushed away (ayy, ayy, ayy)
So I had to just go (had to just go)
When we first met, never knew I would feel this way (never know)
And this you never ain't know
I walk out on that stage and I think about lil' Von
Right now I'm up in LA ask you and my son for to come
It's been a whole half a day, I only got two response
I took the fall for my plans, thought I would die once I jumped
But I was flyin' like a eagle
I led my soul do the seein', leave the opps bodies in the road
Oh, oh, oh, probably seen how we get dressed up for my shows
Won't let my pride ever let me get vexed up behind these hoes or my bros
So I guess you ain't just think about me
I got feelings, too
Why you cuttin' up? Why these people 'round me?
I don't know why that you doin'
I had no choice, I felt like I was pushed away
So I had to just go
When we first met, never knew I would feel this way
And this you never ain't know
(This Vade on the keys)
So I guess you ain't just think about me
I got feelings, too
Why you cuttin' up? Why these people 'round me?
I don't know why that you doin'
I had no choice, I felt like I was pushed away
So I had to just go (had to just go)
When we first met, never knew I would feel this way (I ain't know)
And this you never ain't know (but you know now)
And ever since that I was young you been on side me
No two-three, I don't ride cheap
These hoes came, abducted me
Try hard just for the hype
Ain't think that you would f*ck with me, back then I was nobody
You was f*ckin' on that dude and his brother spent my brother body, ooh, ooh
It's a cold story
I can't believe the fact you never told me
We throw out summers, we don't be outnumbered, me and my brothers roll deep
You ain't no different from that bitch, that's what exact you showed me
So I guess you ain't just think about me (so I guess you ain't just think about me)
I got feelings, too (I got feelings, too)
Why you cuttin' up? Why these people 'round me? (Why you cuttin' up? Why these people 'round me?)
I don't know why that you doin' (I don't know why that you doin')
I had no choice, I felt like I was pushed away (ayy, ayy, ayy)
So I had to just go (had to just go)
When we first met, never knew I would feel this way (never know)
And this you never ain't know
I walk out on that stage and I think about lil' Von
Right now I'm up in LA ask you and my son for to come
It's been a whole half a day, I only got two response
I took the fall for my plans, thought I would die once I jumped
But I was flyin' like a eagle
I led my soul do the seein', leave the opps bodies in the road
Oh, oh, oh, probably seen how we get dressed up for my shows
Won't let my pride ever let me get vexed up behind these hoes or my bros
So I guess you ain't just think about me
I got feelings, too
Why you cuttin' up? Why these people 'round me?
I don't know why that you doin'
I had no choice, I felt like I was pushed away
So I had to just go
When we first met, never knew I would feel this way
And this you never ain't know
Writer: Andre Felipe Espana, David Boonpetch, Kentrell Gaulden, Malita Rice, Milan Modi
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Treat You Better
Be with the one who love you (This Vade on the keys)
I think he can treat you better
I ain't got no trust, that's why I duck you
When I know I should do better, when I know I should be better, I do better
Let me love you in my own way, that's from a distance
I said "F*ck you", I was on them drugs and I was trippin'
I can't be for you 'cause I'm not for no one, but like no one, I'll be there for you
I'ma have your back and blow my strap just like a thug do
Ayy, hit my phone if that pussy nigga rough you
Make him buppy down with them cutters when we come through
Your lil' nigga 'til the end, baby, I can't never dump you
When you can't make it to your friends, baby, I'm the one you run to
I'm high if you couldn't look me in my eyes, baby
Don't tell no lies, baby, don't come out in disguise, baby
You feeling dude, he turn you up, I'm on the side, baby
I'm just thinkin', is it that I'm crazy?
I'm completely out of my mind, baby
We tote four tools, we be tryna knock 'em when we slide
I zip four fools, I probably zip your manes and make you cry
Ayy, I can't hold you, I don't stay the same, you gon' need another guy
I done passed my level, way beyond, on top the sky and still gon' tell you
Be with the one who love you
I think he can treat you better
I ain't got no trust, that's why I duck you
When I know I should do better
When I know I should be better, I do better
Let me love you in my own way, that's from a distance
I said "F*ck you", I was on them drugs and I was trippin'
I can't be for you 'cause I'm not for no one
But like no one, I'll be there for you
I'ma have your back and blow my strap just like a thug do
I can't tell that you been real, 100, true
That you love me, bitches love me, too
Numbers don't like, homie, I
And I can tell
You f*ck with me but you f*ck with that too
So for that, I can't f*ck with you
Be with the one who love you
I think he can treat you better
I ain't got no trust, that's why I duck you
When I know I should do better
When I know I should be better, I do better
Let me love you in my own way, that's from a distance
I said "F*ck you", I was on them drugs and I was trippin'
I can't be for you 'cause I'm not for no one
But like no one, I'll be there for you
I'ma have your back and blow my strap just like a thug do
I think he can treat you better
I ain't got no trust, that's why I duck you
When I know I should do better, when I know I should be better, I do better
Let me love you in my own way, that's from a distance
I said "F*ck you", I was on them drugs and I was trippin'
I can't be for you 'cause I'm not for no one, but like no one, I'll be there for you
I'ma have your back and blow my strap just like a thug do
Ayy, hit my phone if that pussy nigga rough you
Make him buppy down with them cutters when we come through
Your lil' nigga 'til the end, baby, I can't never dump you
When you can't make it to your friends, baby, I'm the one you run to
I'm high if you couldn't look me in my eyes, baby
Don't tell no lies, baby, don't come out in disguise, baby
You feeling dude, he turn you up, I'm on the side, baby
I'm just thinkin', is it that I'm crazy?
I'm completely out of my mind, baby
We tote four tools, we be tryna knock 'em when we slide
I zip four fools, I probably zip your manes and make you cry
Ayy, I can't hold you, I don't stay the same, you gon' need another guy
I done passed my level, way beyond, on top the sky and still gon' tell you
Be with the one who love you
I think he can treat you better
I ain't got no trust, that's why I duck you
When I know I should do better
When I know I should be better, I do better
Let me love you in my own way, that's from a distance
I said "F*ck you", I was on them drugs and I was trippin'
I can't be for you 'cause I'm not for no one
But like no one, I'll be there for you
I'ma have your back and blow my strap just like a thug do
I can't tell that you been real, 100, true
That you love me, bitches love me, too
Numbers don't like, homie, I
And I can tell
You f*ck with me but you f*ck with that too
So for that, I can't f*ck with you
Be with the one who love you
I think he can treat you better
I ain't got no trust, that's why I duck you
When I know I should do better
When I know I should be better, I do better
Let me love you in my own way, that's from a distance
I said "F*ck you", I was on them drugs and I was trippin'
I can't be for you 'cause I'm not for no one
But like no one, I'll be there for you
I'ma have your back and blow my strap just like a thug do
Writer: Kentrell Gaulden, David Boonpetch
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
I Choose You
(Yung Lan on the track)
(Evergreen with the heat, yeah)
(James about that check, boy)
I chose you (yeah)
Walkin' along, hopin' I run into you
It hurts, wish I never said "I love you" first
I just wanna give you the world (yeah)
I buy you Birkin, he buy you Prada
Which one you proud of?
Which one you proud of?
Please don't leave your nigga for Lil Top, oh (don't do it)
'Cause that's a snake and I won't cherish her, no slime
I won't be competin' for my spot (I ain't doin' no competin')
I know my worth, is you gon' be with me or not?
Archive, achieve, please take back me
I've been payin' all these hoes for them to not post me on IG
She be hidin' that she a fan, she bump this music soon as I leave
Alright, learn it, so we can rap together, I just want you all for me
Out by one, trust get burned
Now get robbed 'bout it, oh, we ride off in the sun
Piss controllin', I can't hold it
Need you to hold me now, threw back again, overdosin'
I chose you (yeah)
Walkin' along, hopin' I run into you
It hurts, wish I never said "I love you" first
I just wanna give you the world (yeah)
I buy you Birkin, he buy you Prada
Which one you proud of?
Which one you proud of?
Bustdown, ring the bell, Audemars, plain Jane
What I'd do, all I can tell, I find out I ain't your main thing
Where you at? Find your way home, bitch, stop playin' games
So insecure you're prolly cheatin' with a real man
And I'm stressin' 'cause
I can't give you what you need, money don't mean anything
I don't wanna get the law involved, motherf*ck a wedding ring
We could hit the lot, buy matchin' coupes, we pull off together
My show in Denver next week, after Houston, we pop out together
Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system
At the tone, please record your message
Hey, it's Kentrell, call back
I chose you (yeah)
Walkin' along, hopin' I run into you
It hurts, wish I never said "I love you" first
I just wanna give you the world (yeah)
I buy you Birkin, he buy you Prada
Which one you proud of?
Which one you proud of?
(Evergreen with the heat, yeah)
(James about that check, boy)
I chose you (yeah)
Walkin' along, hopin' I run into you
It hurts, wish I never said "I love you" first
I just wanna give you the world (yeah)
I buy you Birkin, he buy you Prada
Which one you proud of?
Which one you proud of?
Please don't leave your nigga for Lil Top, oh (don't do it)
'Cause that's a snake and I won't cherish her, no slime
I won't be competin' for my spot (I ain't doin' no competin')
I know my worth, is you gon' be with me or not?
Archive, achieve, please take back me
I've been payin' all these hoes for them to not post me on IG
She be hidin' that she a fan, she bump this music soon as I leave
Alright, learn it, so we can rap together, I just want you all for me
Out by one, trust get burned
Now get robbed 'bout it, oh, we ride off in the sun
Piss controllin', I can't hold it
Need you to hold me now, threw back again, overdosin'
I chose you (yeah)
Walkin' along, hopin' I run into you
It hurts, wish I never said "I love you" first
I just wanna give you the world (yeah)
I buy you Birkin, he buy you Prada
Which one you proud of?
Which one you proud of?
Bustdown, ring the bell, Audemars, plain Jane
What I'd do, all I can tell, I find out I ain't your main thing
Where you at? Find your way home, bitch, stop playin' games
So insecure you're prolly cheatin' with a real man
And I'm stressin' 'cause
I can't give you what you need, money don't mean anything
I don't wanna get the law involved, motherf*ck a wedding ring
We could hit the lot, buy matchin' coupes, we pull off together
My show in Denver next week, after Houston, we pop out together
Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system
At the tone, please record your message
Hey, it's Kentrell, call back
I chose you (yeah)
Walkin' along, hopin' I run into you
It hurts, wish I never said "I love you" first
I just wanna give you the world (yeah)
I buy you Birkin, he buy you Prada
Which one you proud of?
Which one you proud of?
Writer: James Maddocks, Kentrell Gaulden, Malita Rice, Milan Modi
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Thug Of Spades
[ Featuring DaBaby ]
(Mommy, India got the beats)
I told them niggas put me on, had to run it up on my own
They was actin' like they ain't hear a nigga
Now even when I'm right, a nigga wrong (I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw, hey, Lilkdubb)
Now these niggas wan' see me gone
It's probably 'cause I'm a real nigga
Nah, I ain't trippin' on no bitch ass nigga
Be done hit a nigga in a six-pack get a shit-bag, nigga (Let's go)
The judge wanna see me sit back
But it's probably 'cause his daughter wanna f*ck with her lil' thick ass
My rich ass don't kiss ass
I'm the definition of what these niggas can't find
Pistol packin', half the times dreamin' 'bout slangin' some iron
Ayy, how you feelin'? I'm chasin' money, tryna catch up on time
I ain't never change, I'm still the same, I'll put that Glock to your mind
Bitch, we die to live
Give a f*ck 'bout no Grammy, long as my son grow to be real
That heavy metal I'm rockin' out, bitch, I'm known to that keep that steel
Since I was nine to this time, really done gave the jail too many years
But I'm a young rich ass nigga
Check how I floss, forever ball
Paid for a Rolls, my son got Lambos and all
I'm sorry, mama, I've been hurtin', I ain't takin' time out to call
Not even prayin', jump out the bed, I swear it's hard to stand tall
I told them niggas put me on, had to run it up on my own
They was actin' like they ain't hear a nigga
Now even when I'm right, a nigga wrong
Now these niggas wan' see me gone
It's probably 'cause I'm a real nigga
Today in life, it ain't nothin' like old days
I say money made everything change
Ayy, from my mans to my kids to myself
I say he forever capitalize off pain
Main nigga, big Rollie, big pistol
Top shotta, don dada, f*ckin' gravedigger
We let them shots off at you and whoever came with you
While I'm takin' off, equip my brothers, that's a gang missile
Stripes
Nigga, I'm official, f*ckin' a whistle, nigga
Life
They gon' have to give me, 'fore I let a nigga take mine, I'ma kill a hundred niggas
They say I'm remindin' niggas of Pac
Keep playin' around on that camera phone, they gon' find a nigga he shot
Dead, they call that FaceTime, nigga
Stay out the way, but I'll shake your whole gang 'fore you shake mine, nigga
Solo, pushin' the buggy in the store with the tool
And I'm pullin' up Lamborghini, pickin' up my daughter from school
We grew up fast paced, no big homies to show us the rules
I be havin' bad days when I don't want to take no photos, I'm rude
Like move
Ten times outta ten, if you ever see me, I be clutchin'
I'ma let it slang and pray to God, show me forgiveness when he judge me
I'ma try to aim that bitch between a nigga ears, he ever touch me
Can't trust a ho, even if these bitches really think they love me
Long as you know, never let a pussy nigga give me nothin'
Nowadays, a nigga really gettin' money, I remember back when
I told them niggas put me on, had to run it up on my own
They was actin' like they ain't hear a nigga
Now even when I'm right, a nigga wrong
Now these niggas wan' see me gone
It's probably 'cause I'm a real nigga
I told them niggas put me on, had to run it up on my own
They was actin' like they ain't hear a nigga
Now even when I'm right, a nigga wrong
Now these niggas wan' see me gone
It's probably 'cause I'm a real nigga
Writer: India Williams, Jonathan Kirk, Kentrell Gaulden, Kyre Trask
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Pick From Pain
(Daytrip took it to 10, hey)
Huh, ballin' nigga, tell me what the bank says
And I think that the Rollie gon' hit harder with the gold face
If shawty bad, she don't need no man, then she okay
I'm on his ass, bullets comin' fast if he owe me
I'm on it (top) I seek it, you got it (got), beat it
She gon' heal my soul, beat on the beat
We can't hide it, we been slangin' iron in the streets
With my niggas dyin' 'bout me, screamin' murder, throwin' them B's
I took it to another level, follow, you breathe
I'm hurtin' on another level, this is all on me
Shawty, right before the night though, hold on me
Soon as the lights down, don't sleep
Me and my niggas lookin' for the scene
Who want it? F*ck who makin' more money
Run it up, but it ain't help nothin', no
If I ain't with my brothers then I'm all on my own
I was runnin' from the pain and I'm the one who they chose
This shit ain't ever make me change, I'm a rider
Grew up with them shottas
Go shoppin' and we spendin' every dollar
He tryna text my mains, we gon' rob him
I know they ain't forgotten
We from the nawf, only thing not the same, that money higher
She don't need a nigga, leave a nigga, run off with that bag
He won't hurt a nigga, leave a nigga, hit him with that mag
Her intentions was to leave a nigga, try to do me bad
You can run off with materialistics, but not with these bands
Ho leave bands, I'ma hit with that chopper his ass
Dirty money, we clean 'em with rags
Took the air, conceal 'em in bags
All his money talk, too much mouthin' out my pants
I just want them bundles of blue hunnids in my pants
Got my Glock out, nigga, like
Who want it? F*ck who makin' more money
Run it up, but it ain't help nothin', no
If I ain't with my brothers then I'm all on my own
I was runnin' from the pain and I'm the one who they chose
This shit ain't ever make me change, I'm a rider
Grew up with them shottas
Go shoppin' and we spendin' every dollar
He tryna text my mains, we gon' rob him
I know they ain't forgotten
We from the nawf, only thing not the same, that money higher
Huh, ballin' nigga, tell me what the bank says
And I think that the Rollie gon' hit harder with the gold face
If shawty bad, she don't need no man, then she okay
I'm on his ass, bullets comin' fast if he owe me
I'm on it (top) I seek it, you got it (got), beat it
She gon' heal my soul, beat on the beat
We can't hide it, we been slangin' iron in the streets
With my niggas dyin' 'bout me, screamin' murder, throwin' them B's
I took it to another level, follow, you breathe
I'm hurtin' on another level, this is all on me
Shawty, right before the night though, hold on me
Soon as the lights down, don't sleep
Me and my niggas lookin' for the scene
Who want it? F*ck who makin' more money
Run it up, but it ain't help nothin', no
If I ain't with my brothers then I'm all on my own
I was runnin' from the pain and I'm the one who they chose
This shit ain't ever make me change, I'm a rider
Grew up with them shottas
Go shoppin' and we spendin' every dollar
He tryna text my mains, we gon' rob him
I know they ain't forgotten
We from the nawf, only thing not the same, that money higher
She don't need a nigga, leave a nigga, run off with that bag
He won't hurt a nigga, leave a nigga, hit him with that mag
Her intentions was to leave a nigga, try to do me bad
You can run off with materialistics, but not with these bands
Ho leave bands, I'ma hit with that chopper his ass
Dirty money, we clean 'em with rags
Took the air, conceal 'em in bags
All his money talk, too much mouthin' out my pants
I just want them bundles of blue hunnids in my pants
Got my Glock out, nigga, like
Who want it? F*ck who makin' more money
Run it up, but it ain't help nothin', no
If I ain't with my brothers then I'm all on my own
I was runnin' from the pain and I'm the one who they chose
This shit ain't ever make me change, I'm a rider
Grew up with them shottas
Go shoppin' and we spendin' every dollar
He tryna text my mains, we gon' rob him
I know they ain't forgotten
We from the nawf, only thing not the same, that money higher
Writer: Kentrell Gaulden, David Biral, Denzel Baptiste, Kendall Roak Bailey
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Top Files
(That's Vade on the keys) free Von, nigga
I just gone and did it
Lil Top, nigga, YoungBoy
They don't like who I am
I don't like it one bit myself (Not one bit)
They don't understand me ('Stand me)
I don't understand myself (Myself)
My sis say that she heard "Boom"
As they tried bringin' grandma on back
Inside the livin' room, oh, ah ah
I been doin' right knowin' you
Do right by your child (Oh, God)
I say I trust you, so don't get BaBa
Self made warrior (Warrior)
I done slept on concrete beds and all
(And all) got tears fallin' down
(Down)
You can't tell behind the collect calls
(You can't) if I stay against the wall
(Wall) , even if I don't
We all fall (All fall)
Black man, can you lend a hand?
(Hand) We loadin' up
Takin' back what's ours (Takin')
Uncle died breakin' in a house
This shit so grimy (So grimy)
He gon' do that time to take your time
The shit's so slimy (Slimy)
Inside a house, split a bedroom
I guess what I miss (What I miss)
Inside the streets where I lay
Outside that buildin' I is (Where I is)
It's some street nigga facts
This ain't no poetry (No)
Outside that wall we leavin'
Blood in the street (No)
F*ck the wicked now, my soul, my family
She keep i'm already burnt
Someone please hold on to me
They don't like who I am
I don't like it one bit myself
(I don't like it one bit myself)
They don't understand me
(They don't understand me)
I don't understand myself
(I don't understand myself)
My sis say that she heard "Boom"
As they tried bringin' grandma on back
Inside the livin' room, oh, ah ah
I been doin' right knowin' you
Do right by your child (Oh, God)
I say I trust you, so don't get BaBa
I ain't in the skies, head in the skies
Plenty times I done cried (Cried)
Plenty nights outside steady slangin' fire
Bet my life for a while
I done been baptized, but still I don't know
Are we forgave for killin' ones who tried?
Or for murderin' ones who
Murdered our brothers?
And the shooters see God, those the ones died
And that shit made me can't sleep at night
Wake up at six every mornin'
Blame it on drank, i don't know why
The one that sleep outside every night
You know that that's a lie
Destiny, give me a rush, say what's the hype
You got the drop, then what's the price?
Yeah, we gon' pop his head tonight
(Pop) , we gon' knock him off tonight (Pop)
Pop, pop, pop, pop ohh ohh ohh
I just gone and did it
Lil Top, nigga, YoungBoy
They don't like who I am
I don't like it one bit myself (Not one bit)
They don't understand me ('Stand me)
I don't understand myself (Myself)
My sis say that she heard "Boom"
As they tried bringin' grandma on back
Inside the livin' room, oh, ah ah
I been doin' right knowin' you
Do right by your child (Oh, God)
I say I trust you, so don't get BaBa
Self made warrior (Warrior)
I done slept on concrete beds and all
(And all) got tears fallin' down
(Down)
You can't tell behind the collect calls
(You can't) if I stay against the wall
(Wall) , even if I don't
We all fall (All fall)
Black man, can you lend a hand?
(Hand) We loadin' up
Takin' back what's ours (Takin')
Uncle died breakin' in a house
This shit so grimy (So grimy)
He gon' do that time to take your time
The shit's so slimy (Slimy)
Inside a house, split a bedroom
I guess what I miss (What I miss)
Inside the streets where I lay
Outside that buildin' I is (Where I is)
It's some street nigga facts
This ain't no poetry (No)
Outside that wall we leavin'
Blood in the street (No)
F*ck the wicked now, my soul, my family
She keep i'm already burnt
Someone please hold on to me
They don't like who I am
I don't like it one bit myself
(I don't like it one bit myself)
They don't understand me
(They don't understand me)
I don't understand myself
(I don't understand myself)
My sis say that she heard "Boom"
As they tried bringin' grandma on back
Inside the livin' room, oh, ah ah
I been doin' right knowin' you
Do right by your child (Oh, God)
I say I trust you, so don't get BaBa
I ain't in the skies, head in the skies
Plenty times I done cried (Cried)
Plenty nights outside steady slangin' fire
Bet my life for a while
I done been baptized, but still I don't know
Are we forgave for killin' ones who tried?
Or for murderin' ones who
Murdered our brothers?
And the shooters see God, those the ones died
And that shit made me can't sleep at night
Wake up at six every mornin'
Blame it on drank, i don't know why
The one that sleep outside every night
You know that that's a lie
Destiny, give me a rush, say what's the hype
You got the drop, then what's the price?
Yeah, we gon' pop his head tonight
(Pop) , we gon' knock him off tonight (Pop)
Pop, pop, pop, pop ohh ohh ohh
Writer: David Boonpetch, Kentrell Gaulden, Samuel Velsaco
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
AI Nash
(BJ on the beat, boy)
Why the temperature say eighty degrees and I'm the only one f*cking cold in here?
Maybe 'cause you're the only one with all these Goddamn chains on
You think?
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)
Thirteen hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffel, keep the racks in the bag
I'm tryna take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass
Follow who back? Tell them hoes follow me
Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans
Got them Forgiato wheels steady tearin' up the streets
Got a nigga whole will in these Evisu jeans
Take a dub, get some 'Woods from the store
Actin' tough, put some wood on a ho
Plenty lumber, we be ridin' like some hunters
In the jungle, in the neck of woods with my bros
Ask Patrol, I ain't never gon' fold
When it go down, we gone see who gon' froze
And my chain on freeze
Don't correct the way I speak if I ain't f*cking up my count
Ayy, why you watch for what I'm doing?
She took shots and won over Top
I'm on a lot but won't go overboard
I'm feelin' her, she feelin' Lil Top
He want someone else every time I get bored
I'ma sin like I'm 'Sace, you play all the chords
If you call out for help, I'll never ignore
Any diamond you want, I got cake to afford
Wake up chasing that money, we makin' up for it, yeah
They wan' ride with the slime (let's go)
Ride with the, ride with the, ride with the slime
She wan' take all the time for to play with my mind
She tryna f*ck up my grind, ain't no way, a nigga slime, ooh
Thirteen hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffel, keep the racks in the bag
I'm tryna take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass
Follow who back? Tell them hoes follow me
Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans
Got them Forgiato wheels steady tearin' up the streets
Got a nigga whole will in these Evisu jeans
Car go, from a push of a button
Gun go, from a look, all of a sudden
I got money steady coming in, as I'm spednin' every hundred
Dead man by the bundle, you can join if you wanna
Why she dissing on a nigga? I ain't stuntin' on a ho
I got money, I said, I can transform any ho
Make a bitch 4KTrey, I'ma lure me a ho
Cut the grass full of snakes 'til the lawn motor blow
Thirteen hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffel, keep the racks in the bag
I'm tryna take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass
Follow who back? Tell them hoes follow me
Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans
Got them Forgiato wheels steady tearin' up the streets
Got a nigga whole will in these Evisu jeans
Got a nigga whole will in these Evisu jeans (got a nigga whole will in these Evisu jeans)
Got my VPN on
For whoever tryna follow me (for whoever tryna follow me)
In a safe location 'cross to sea (safe location 'cross to sea)
Hidin' out on a beach, no, literally (hidin' out on a beach, no, literally)
Away from the drama, it's just me and me
And my fifth baby mama (and my fifth baby mama)
You don't want no problems, got that .45 up in this bitch
That motor stopper (that what Herm call it)
They took red out the market, got six in the pint
For the three K, I cop it (three K, I cop it)
Bought a watch like a 10K, the X what it sign for, I come out my pocket (boy, I come out my pocket)
I had to make me some spiritual choices
To knock off his noggin (boy, knock off his noggin)
I wanted some shit with more horses
I went to the lot had to widen the body
Rich nigga shit, suck a rich nigga dick
And don't tell nobody about it
Cut you off, like the hair on your twat, bitch
I got youngins, they ready to stop shit
Thirteen hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffel, keep the racks in the bag
I'm tryna take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass
Follow who back? Tell them hoes follow me
Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans
Got them Forgiato wheels steady tearin' up the streets
Got a nigga whole will in these Evisu jeans
Thirteen hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffel, keep the racks in the bag (skrt)
I'm tryna take the whole team in (nah)
I got enough rooms for all they ass (it's on)
(BJ on the beat, boy)
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)
Why the temperature say eighty degrees and I'm the only one f*cking cold in here?
Maybe 'cause you're the only one with all these Goddamn chains on
You think?
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)
Thirteen hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffel, keep the racks in the bag
I'm tryna take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass
Follow who back? Tell them hoes follow me
Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans
Got them Forgiato wheels steady tearin' up the streets
Got a nigga whole will in these Evisu jeans
Take a dub, get some 'Woods from the store
Actin' tough, put some wood on a ho
Plenty lumber, we be ridin' like some hunters
In the jungle, in the neck of woods with my bros
Ask Patrol, I ain't never gon' fold
When it go down, we gone see who gon' froze
And my chain on freeze
Don't correct the way I speak if I ain't f*cking up my count
Ayy, why you watch for what I'm doing?
She took shots and won over Top
I'm on a lot but won't go overboard
I'm feelin' her, she feelin' Lil Top
He want someone else every time I get bored
I'ma sin like I'm 'Sace, you play all the chords
If you call out for help, I'll never ignore
Any diamond you want, I got cake to afford
Wake up chasing that money, we makin' up for it, yeah
They wan' ride with the slime (let's go)
Ride with the, ride with the, ride with the slime
She wan' take all the time for to play with my mind
She tryna f*ck up my grind, ain't no way, a nigga slime, ooh
Thirteen hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffel, keep the racks in the bag
I'm tryna take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass
Follow who back? Tell them hoes follow me
Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans
Got them Forgiato wheels steady tearin' up the streets
Got a nigga whole will in these Evisu jeans
Car go, from a push of a button
Gun go, from a look, all of a sudden
I got money steady coming in, as I'm spednin' every hundred
Dead man by the bundle, you can join if you wanna
Why she dissing on a nigga? I ain't stuntin' on a ho
I got money, I said, I can transform any ho
Make a bitch 4KTrey, I'ma lure me a ho
Cut the grass full of snakes 'til the lawn motor blow
Thirteen hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffel, keep the racks in the bag
I'm tryna take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass
Follow who back? Tell them hoes follow me
Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans
Got them Forgiato wheels steady tearin' up the streets
Got a nigga whole will in these Evisu jeans
Got a nigga whole will in these Evisu jeans (got a nigga whole will in these Evisu jeans)
Got my VPN on
For whoever tryna follow me (for whoever tryna follow me)
In a safe location 'cross to sea (safe location 'cross to sea)
Hidin' out on a beach, no, literally (hidin' out on a beach, no, literally)
Away from the drama, it's just me and me
And my fifth baby mama (and my fifth baby mama)
You don't want no problems, got that .45 up in this bitch
That motor stopper (that what Herm call it)
They took red out the market, got six in the pint
For the three K, I cop it (three K, I cop it)
Bought a watch like a 10K, the X what it sign for, I come out my pocket (boy, I come out my pocket)
I had to make me some spiritual choices
To knock off his noggin (boy, knock off his noggin)
I wanted some shit with more horses
I went to the lot had to widen the body
Rich nigga shit, suck a rich nigga dick
And don't tell nobody about it
Cut you off, like the hair on your twat, bitch
I got youngins, they ready to stop shit
Thirteen hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffel, keep the racks in the bag
I'm tryna take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass
Follow who back? Tell them hoes follow me
Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans
Got them Forgiato wheels steady tearin' up the streets
Got a nigga whole will in these Evisu jeans
Thirteen hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffel, keep the racks in the bag (skrt)
I'm tryna take the whole team in (nah)
I got enough rooms for all they ass (it's on)
(BJ on the beat, boy)
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)
Writer: Kentrell Gaulden, Brandon Jamal Russell, John-Francis Mbata
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Ten Talk
Ayy, hello? (Who is this?)
I just got off the phone with DDawg (not gonna say)
Ayy, you keep stuck up in your ways, you gon' fall, time (goddamn, nigga)
Man, I know that shit, nigga
Yeah, don't know, ayy, pull up, though
I ran up that money so muthaf*ckin' high
Ayy, I swear to God I could stop rappin' now
Nigga, I don't give a f*ck about what you think, bitch
I can't take the clean route, I'm G'd up
They talk down, I'm rich now, lil' nigga, I can head home
Fresh up outta cell block and fill up an arena
I'm turnt up, you try and get your face blown
I'm smokin' on doja, I pull up rollin' on some ignant shit
Know the opp pack potent, police pull us over, bitch, get rid of it
Motherf*ck them shows, I ain't leavin' my home, bitch, I'm really rich
And I'm so caught up in my ways I tend to all that shit
Order 750 from the bank and they say, "Goddamn"
I ain't gotta walk in, I just call, they know who I am
Flex on Instagram and go to tweakin', seem like I spam
So many plaques around this bitch, f*ck who don't like what I'm sayin'
Swervin' in that Lamb' with the gang, we all tool totin'
You start this shit, on Dump, we end it with them tools blowin'
Pussy, I was tryna buy a soul but my bro stole it
Swipe so much, interior rig, I think my car totaled
Yeah, f*ck your lingo, how you bummin', nigga?
I'ma post the Trey on 38, I hear ya comin' nigga
Prolly got my stick out with a big ass stack of hundreds, nigga
Better have your stick out, we let six off when you turnin' nigga
How you get them cars and all that jewelry nigga?
I don't know
How you spent that money and still got millions nigga?
I don't know
How ya got all them bitches and don't want one nigga?
I don't know
Why you actin' slow? Nigga, f*ck it, let your chrome blow
(Ayy, why you been on some stupid shit with everybody YoungBoy?)
Nigga, I don't know
(Ayy, why you feel like all these hoes ain't shit?)
Nigga, I don't know
(Ayy, I really do know but I really don't know, but look here)
Nigga, I don't know
(Ayy, just rolled a blunt up and light the strong, nigga, f*ck)
Pussy nigga, say that you want smoke, then let your chrome blow
Bitch stop all that hatin', just come say somethin' with your own folk
Jumpin' in that Maybach, in my Styrofoam, red dope
I'm full of pills, in my Bentley, who that is? Your ho
Why them bitches don't want nominate Lil Top? I don't wan' know
I'm from the streets, I got that guap, this shit I'm blessed for
This shit around my wrist'll get you popped or get you stepped on
But on the other end, I don't get nothin' less than one-fifty
A show
How you get them cars and all that jewelry nigga?
I don't know
How you spent that money and still got millions nigga?
I don't know
How ya got all them bitches and don't want one nigga?
I don't know
Why you actin' slow? Nigga, f*ck it, let your chrome blow
I can't take the clean route, I'm G'd up
They talk down, I'm rich now, lil' nigga, I can head home
Fresh up outta cell block and fill up an arena
I'm turnt up, you try and get your face blown
Savage nigga, I don't know
Uh, yeah, Lil Top, nigga, I don't know
Bitch on Vogue, nigga, I don't know
Who I'm f*ckin' with, that's your ho
I just got off the phone with DDawg (not gonna say)
Ayy, you keep stuck up in your ways, you gon' fall, time (goddamn, nigga)
Man, I know that shit, nigga
Yeah, don't know, ayy, pull up, though
I ran up that money so muthaf*ckin' high
Ayy, I swear to God I could stop rappin' now
Nigga, I don't give a f*ck about what you think, bitch
I can't take the clean route, I'm G'd up
They talk down, I'm rich now, lil' nigga, I can head home
Fresh up outta cell block and fill up an arena
I'm turnt up, you try and get your face blown
I'm smokin' on doja, I pull up rollin' on some ignant shit
Know the opp pack potent, police pull us over, bitch, get rid of it
Motherf*ck them shows, I ain't leavin' my home, bitch, I'm really rich
And I'm so caught up in my ways I tend to all that shit
Order 750 from the bank and they say, "Goddamn"
I ain't gotta walk in, I just call, they know who I am
Flex on Instagram and go to tweakin', seem like I spam
So many plaques around this bitch, f*ck who don't like what I'm sayin'
Swervin' in that Lamb' with the gang, we all tool totin'
You start this shit, on Dump, we end it with them tools blowin'
Pussy, I was tryna buy a soul but my bro stole it
Swipe so much, interior rig, I think my car totaled
Yeah, f*ck your lingo, how you bummin', nigga?
I'ma post the Trey on 38, I hear ya comin' nigga
Prolly got my stick out with a big ass stack of hundreds, nigga
Better have your stick out, we let six off when you turnin' nigga
How you get them cars and all that jewelry nigga?
I don't know
How you spent that money and still got millions nigga?
I don't know
How ya got all them bitches and don't want one nigga?
I don't know
Why you actin' slow? Nigga, f*ck it, let your chrome blow
(Ayy, why you been on some stupid shit with everybody YoungBoy?)
Nigga, I don't know
(Ayy, why you feel like all these hoes ain't shit?)
Nigga, I don't know
(Ayy, I really do know but I really don't know, but look here)
Nigga, I don't know
(Ayy, just rolled a blunt up and light the strong, nigga, f*ck)
Pussy nigga, say that you want smoke, then let your chrome blow
Bitch stop all that hatin', just come say somethin' with your own folk
Jumpin' in that Maybach, in my Styrofoam, red dope
I'm full of pills, in my Bentley, who that is? Your ho
Why them bitches don't want nominate Lil Top? I don't wan' know
I'm from the streets, I got that guap, this shit I'm blessed for
This shit around my wrist'll get you popped or get you stepped on
But on the other end, I don't get nothin' less than one-fifty
A show
How you get them cars and all that jewelry nigga?
I don't know
How you spent that money and still got millions nigga?
I don't know
How ya got all them bitches and don't want one nigga?
I don't know
Why you actin' slow? Nigga, f*ck it, let your chrome blow
I can't take the clean route, I'm G'd up
They talk down, I'm rich now, lil' nigga, I can head home
Fresh up outta cell block and fill up an arena
I'm turnt up, you try and get your face blown
Savage nigga, I don't know
Uh, yeah, Lil Top, nigga, I don't know
Bitch on Vogue, nigga, I don't know
Who I'm f*ckin' with, that's your ho
Writer: Brandon Russell, Kentrell Desean Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
On The Rest
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
You gettin' me, D-Will?
Yeah
They know who I am
I ain't have no choice, I jumped off the porch, dope wasn't right, huh
Keep that red flag, tote that dirty pole, plus he right, huh
He ain't never know that they wasn't his type, but he know now
He say f*ck these hoes, niggas die on sight, they get rolled out
He say get that money, spend that money, stack that shit up, yeah, yeah
Juggin' back, bet that, this four hundred grand, correct that
I won't talk, I pulled up lookin', where that check at?
I told 'em bet that and cash out on the rest, yeah
I pull up icy from my f*ckin' head to teeth (head to teeth)
I don't speak, you see murder when I blink
I'm in that Rolls with that gang out on the street
These pussy ass niggas gon' sing, they try takin' somethin' from me
I done ran a check up, I could promise I won't hurt no more
Straight out that North, that's on my boy, I never trust no ho
Before I run, I stop, pop out, I aim and blow the pole
I'ma catch my K before I freeze, they'll never say I fold
Who broke the code?
I ain't have no choice, I jumped off the porch, dope wasn't right, huh
Keep that red flag, tote that dirty pole, plus he right, huh
He ain't never know that they wasn't his type, but he know now
He say f*ck these hoes, niggas die on sight, they get rolled out
He say get that money, spend that money, stack that shit up, yeah, yeah
Juggin' back, bet that, this four hundred grand, correct that
I won't talk, I pulled up lookin', where that check at?
I told 'em bet that and cash out on the rest, yeah
Want that McLaren, but my taxes ain't been paid, okay
I paid that bitch to close her mouth, they think I'm fazed, I ain't
Paid two mil' close for my house, I ain't stayed ten days
Young nigga turnt so much, they came, gave me a raise
Go check my bank account, don't give a f*ck who lit
Any problem, get it fixed, worry 'bout no nigga or no bitch
But this nigga, I can show him how to move a brick
They know we be with the shit
Ask Ville, I'm gon' get 'em hit
They sit on shit inside the sixty
I ain't have no choice, I jumped off the porch, dope wasn't right, huh
Keep that red flag, tote that dirty pole, plus he right, huh
He ain't never know that they wasn't his type, but he know now
He say f*ck these hoes, niggas die on sight, they get rolled out
He say get that money, spend that money, stack that shit up, yeah, yeah
Juggin' back, bet that, this four hundred grand, correct that
I won't talk, I pulled up lookin', where that check at?
I told 'em bet that and cash out on the rest, yeah
You gettin' me, D-Will?
Yeah
They know who I am
I ain't have no choice, I jumped off the porch, dope wasn't right, huh
Keep that red flag, tote that dirty pole, plus he right, huh
He ain't never know that they wasn't his type, but he know now
He say f*ck these hoes, niggas die on sight, they get rolled out
He say get that money, spend that money, stack that shit up, yeah, yeah
Juggin' back, bet that, this four hundred grand, correct that
I won't talk, I pulled up lookin', where that check at?
I told 'em bet that and cash out on the rest, yeah
I pull up icy from my f*ckin' head to teeth (head to teeth)
I don't speak, you see murder when I blink
I'm in that Rolls with that gang out on the street
These pussy ass niggas gon' sing, they try takin' somethin' from me
I done ran a check up, I could promise I won't hurt no more
Straight out that North, that's on my boy, I never trust no ho
Before I run, I stop, pop out, I aim and blow the pole
I'ma catch my K before I freeze, they'll never say I fold
Who broke the code?
I ain't have no choice, I jumped off the porch, dope wasn't right, huh
Keep that red flag, tote that dirty pole, plus he right, huh
He ain't never know that they wasn't his type, but he know now
He say f*ck these hoes, niggas die on sight, they get rolled out
He say get that money, spend that money, stack that shit up, yeah, yeah
Juggin' back, bet that, this four hundred grand, correct that
I won't talk, I pulled up lookin', where that check at?
I told 'em bet that and cash out on the rest, yeah
Want that McLaren, but my taxes ain't been paid, okay
I paid that bitch to close her mouth, they think I'm fazed, I ain't
Paid two mil' close for my house, I ain't stayed ten days
Young nigga turnt so much, they came, gave me a raise
Go check my bank account, don't give a f*ck who lit
Any problem, get it fixed, worry 'bout no nigga or no bitch
But this nigga, I can show him how to move a brick
They know we be with the shit
Ask Ville, I'm gon' get 'em hit
They sit on shit inside the sixty
I ain't have no choice, I jumped off the porch, dope wasn't right, huh
Keep that red flag, tote that dirty pole, plus he right, huh
He ain't never know that they wasn't his type, but he know now
He say f*ck these hoes, niggas die on sight, they get rolled out
He say get that money, spend that money, stack that shit up, yeah, yeah
Juggin' back, bet that, this four hundred grand, correct that
I won't talk, I pulled up lookin', where that check at?
I told 'em bet that and cash out on the rest, yeah
Writer: Kentrell Gaulden, Thomas Horton, Sterling Reynolds, Lukas Payne
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
38 Baby 2 is the fourteenth solo mixtape by American rapper YoungBoy Never Broke Again. It was released on April 24, 2020, by Never Broke Again and Atlantic Records. It features YoungBoy's mother Sherhonda Gaulden and American rapper DaBaby.
The mixtape debuted at number one on the US Billboard 200 chart, earning 67,000 album-equivalent units in its first week.
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YoungBoy Never Broke AgainThe mixtape debuted at number one on the US Billboard 200 chart, earning 67,000 album-equivalent units in its first week.
Genre(s): Hip hop
Length: 46:19
Released: April 24th, 2020
Year: 2020